The patter of the rain is so loud. My husband is running too fast for me to catch up. The police are gaining on us. I am trying not to lose my cover by using my powers. I can hear the footsteps of the officer now. He is very close now. I scream at my husband to help me as my wet hair gets yanked from behind. I stumble and fall down. I brace my two hands on the ground and look up. I can't see my husband through all the rain water entering my eyes, but I hear him approaching. He grunts as he smashes something with a loud thud. The grip on my hair is loosened. I get up on my knees and struggle to my feet. I am bruised but I can't feel it. I turn around to see my husband holding a long drain pipe. On the ground is the officer, lying in a pool of his own blood. I can see very well in the dark because I don't have normal eyes. I see his soul rising out of his body slowly. Oh no. He's dead.
I hear the footsteps of more police officers approaching.
My husband drops to his knees to see if the man has a pulse. I restrain myself from telling him that the man is already dead because if I do so, I will expose myself.
"He's dead, Arya. He's dead!" My husband shrieks.
He begins to panic. The footsteps of the approaching police officers are even louder now.
"There's no time! We have to go". I say, trying to pulling him up.
He shoves me away.
"I've just killed an officer. He's dead". He laments.
I look up. The soul of the officer is still drifting upward. I can resurrect his body. But, my cover will be blown. That's not going to be good. If my cover is blown, my chances of returning to my own world are as good as gone. Yet, I have to save my husband.
I close my eyes and summon my power. I have to be as quick as possible. The officer would now be an undead. If I use enough power, I would be able to permanently restore his whole body.
"Necra semto". I chant softly.
I wave my hands slowly over his body and watch his soul return into it. For a moment, I forget that my husband is right there, watching. every. single. thing.
The soul sinks in and the officer begins to wake up.
"Run!" I yell and start sprinting away.
My dazed husband staggers to his feet and starts sprinting after me.
I look back at the officer. He's rubbing his head where my darling husband had butted him with the pipe. It must hurt terribly.
Then, I see the look on my husband's face. My eyes must be glowing after all the power I just used. I quickly close them.
We finally reach the get away tunnel and get into it. As I turn on the flash light, he grabs my wrist and slams me again the wall of the tunnel. I gasp. The light falls out of my hands into the water and dies out. There goes our light. Not like I need it anyway. I see even better in the dark.
"What the hell was that? I saw what you did. Did you just raise that man from the dead?" He asks.
I see the look in his eyes. He looks at me as if he does not recognize me. As if he does not know me anymore. Well, to be fair, he doesn't.
He releases his grip on my left hand briefly to wipe his face and pins it back violently.
He gulps. I just watch him quietly.
"Who are you?" He asks, his voice calmer.
I can sense the hurt in his voice.
Still, I say nothing. What can I say? If I give up the truth, I can kiss my home goodbye. He isn't worth the risk. Yet, I find myself wanting to tell him. He wouldn't understand. I find myself wanting him to kiss me. This world has taught me that bodily pleasures exist.
You don't have to have all the money in the world to enjoy them.
I look down at his lips. Something in his gaze changes for a slight second. I caught it, though. He wants me. He still does. He always does. And I want him too, even if I don't have any romantic feelings for him.
I spend a few seconds debating if I should make the first move or not. No matter how wet my clothes are, I can still tell when I'm wet.
I kiss him. He does not respond, neither does he push me away. His lips are cold and moist. I go again, adding more force and fervor. He does not resist me. I know that sex would not erase his memory, but it might silence him for a couple of minutes.
I press harder and harder until he kisses me back with a grunt. He runs his hands through my wet hair, over my cold skin and up my neck. I never knew that a touch could feel so good until I came to this world.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. We are the couple of the century - doing the deed in a dark abandoned tunnel.
I am so caught up in my feelings that I don't realize that my jacket and blouse are gone. He nibbles on my breasts and I catch my breath.
No matter how many times we do this, each time feels different. And I want each memory of every time plastered on my mind so that even when I return to my world, I would still remember what it feels like.
My pants are in the way. He struggles with the buckle of my pants. Just then, a light flashes down the tunnel. We both stop moving. He drops me and runs away. He does not even look back. I run after him. When I reach the other end of the tunnel, he's nowhere in sight. Just as I reach out a hand to climb out of the tunnel, something slams into the side of my head.